Dreaming (on hold)

Prologue

The cave was huge. As broad and endless as the sky. Protruding from the cavernous ceiling were stalactites that were large enough to rival a skyscraper, light emanated from the limestones as they were homes, housing its family. The outside of the limestone skyscrapers was a series of beautifully carved stories, millions of illustrative stories. A father returning to his family after a hard day of work, finches flying free of a gilded birdcage, a phoenix hatching from a fiery egg, families reunited, freedom, hope.

The carvings were both life-like and surreal, the emotions so real, and open, it was hard not to cry.

Between the limestone skyscrapers, randomly placed along the ceiling were trees. Trees without leaves or flowers, just branches. Still somehow calming. Golden, pink, red, yellow, orange, and purple lanterns hung from the branches the light making the trees appear to be hands holding something precious and... waiting for... something. Also hanging from the branches were swings, and tyres and hammocks. Some trees held houses in their embrace.

It felt weird to look up at this amazing view. I shouldn't be standing beneath it? I should be there! Not falling down into the sky.

Sky?

Looking down I see the empty blue sky. I reach up to the earth.

And fall.

I wake up.